Yeah, sis, He's just sayin' you can do betta
Just know, all Drake is tryna do is get you wetta
Lay aside your inhibitions
All of your intuition
Things that tell you that he's really just trippin'
You wanted it just as bad as sin
So why you mad and wanna blame him?
It's all the same
Flyy sistahs givin' they treasure to the lames...
Can't point the finger when I too can be blamed
Your brown is divine
But you're insecure, so you let it keep you behind
Never that go getter
Nervous, got the coffee jitters
Too scared to go higher
So you just stay low and bitter
Why am I comin' all out the cuff, you ask?
You askin' me questions, but the answer's make me sick...
So Imma answer 'em through my Bic
Chasin' peace with a tiny piece of mind
Claimin' it, hopin' to make it mine
Openin' my bible tryna consume a meal
Lookin' for meat
But I need my back teeth still
Kinky strands grow from my roots, revealing the truth in His creation
Sistahs on facebook confused, steadily on there debatin'
Glad 'cause with most of it, I can't even relate
It's late
Time sure is winding down
Gettin' my head on straight so I can wear my crown
You say why, why, why... this is my only reply
You askin' me questions, but the answer's make me sick...
So Imma answer 'em through my Bic
My mind gets heavy
So I let the Lord lift it
I look up to the sky becomin' the cloud that's driftin'
So terrific
The way you can escape the world's burn
Remembering the homeland that I'll one day return
I get frustrated with my people and their lack of knowledge
Sittin' around snappin' they fingers like, "Whatchama'callit?"
Famous for one thing, and one thing only
Being the rawest me I can be
Yeah you know I own it
I'm so imperfect and sometimes I love that
I think my imperfections keep me from being wack
Feel that,
And all that comes with it, why you askin' me...
Let me just repeat it
You askin' me questions, but the answer's make me sick...
So Imma answer 'em through my Bic
:::Drops The Mic:::
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